Wasted Love

by Danielle Jamie

  I mean, come on! Seriously!? He’s smoking hot–and he’s freaking Australian?! All I can say is, Texas is looking a whole lot better now that I’ve met Jax. I so want his thunder in my down under while he says my name with that hot ass Aussie accent!

  I’ve now added Aussie huntin’ to my list of things to do while in Galveston before I fly back to Vancouver. This man is all kinds of sexy. I just hope Kayden doesn’t mind me banging his employees. But even if he does, I’ve never done well with rules and restrictions–and he is one rule I’d love to break over and over again.

  Lunch was amazing. Jax suggested we dine at a cute little café with seating outside. The food was delicious, and the hospitality even better. Our waiter looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. He was seriously hot, but a little on the young side; he looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen.

  I refuse to date a man younger than me. I like my men older and well-experienced.

  All my flirting paid off, though, because I got us free dessert. Poor Colin, our waiter, didn’t know what hit him. Savannah and I had a good laugh after we found the cutie's number on the back of a business card tacked to our bill.

  We spent the entire afternoon shopping. I bought myself some sexy cowgirl boots with stiletto heels. I’m adding my hot fashion stamp to Texas. Of course, I rode shotgun all afternoon while Jax drove us around to different shops so I could get my flirt on with him. That man’s accent is like a freaking aphrodisiac; I could listen to him tell me about the damn weather and find myself getting wet.

  I’m no expert, but I’m guessing he has to be at least close to thirty. All I know about him so far is that he’s hot and has a killer smile. He also has the sexiest bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen…normally, I’m not into guys with brown eyes, but his are like milk chocolate, tempting me with the slightest glance. His arms are covered in tattoos, all looking to have something to do with his time in the military. He isn’t bulky, but very nicely toned. From what Savannah’s told me, he can easily take down a man twice his size.

  One thing I know for certain is that Kayden must have the most self-confidence of any man I know to allow this hot piece of ass to drive Savannah around all day.

  I love Kayden–which is a rarity! I pretty much have hated every guy Savannah has dated. I have a douchebag radar and can spot an asshole a mile away. Every guy she’s dated has proven me right…especially the King of Douchebags, Logan Sanders.

  I only got to spend one night out with Kayden, which was when he took me and Savannah to dinner at his friend Braxton’s steakhouse in Houston my first night here. From what I’ve seen, he’s the real deal. He takes the whole Southern gentleman thing to the max, but from what Savannah says, he’s a gentleman on the streets and a kinky freak in the sheets. Now that’s my kind of man!

  It’s a damn shame he has no brothers.

  To top it off, after we picked Kayden up from his office this evening, we pulled up to the beach house to find an F-350 in the driveway with a horse trailer in tow. He’d arranged to have our horses, Cheyanne and Whiskey, driven from Memphis to Galveston. He even insisted he keep them at his ranch in Sugar Land, so they have a safe place to live. This man is something else. Savannah has got herself a keeper. It doesn’t hurt that he is one of the most gorgeous men we’ve ever met, with adorable dimples, majestic green eyes, and the body of a freaking Greek god!

  I told Savannah they don’t breed men like they do in Texas. We are on a mission to find me a cowboy as soon as freaking possible; for now, though, a sexy Aussie will do.

  Savannah and I are chilling on the beach just in front of our house, sitting in Adirondack chairs with a roaring fire going to keep us warm. There’s a cool breeze rolling up from the water that’s the perfect combination of warm and cool as it mixes with the heat of the fire.

  Kayden is in the house, filling up one of our coolers with beer and ice. He and Jax just returned from making a run to the local grocery store to grab everything we would need for a cook out. Jax is already getting to work firing up the grill. Savannah and I took advantage of the free time and rode our horses along the shore for nearly an hour. Now that we’ve burned off our lunch with shopping and horseback riding, I’m ready for some Bar-B-Que chicken and corn on the cob.

  We’ve lucked out weather-wise. For the first week of December, the sun has been really warm today. It’s still in the high sixties, which is perfect bonfire weather. As the sun slowly began to set, the blue sky became painted with colors of light pink, yellow, and orange. As it sank into the horizon, the air became a little cooler, so Savannah and I changed into jeans and hoodies.

  I forgot how much I love this place.

  We’ve both been so busy since graduating college; we haven’t been here in a while. It’s so chill compared to Los Angeles. We can just sit outside on the beach, drinking and hanging out without the stress of a million people also on the beach. It’s private and serene. With all the stress Savannah’s been under, I think this move is the best thing for her.

  We’re in the middle of talking about local gyms Savannah wants to go check out when Kayden comes up beside us, dropping the cooler next to us.

  “Ladies,” he greets us, with a sexy grin. “Y’all are now fully stocked with Twisted Tea and Mike’s Hard Pink Lemonade,” he says with that sexy Southern drawl that Savannah has gone on and on about all day.

  She’s beaming up at Kayden with the biggest face-splitting grin. It’s adorable.

  “Thanks, baby,” she says in a soft, sweet voice, her eyes never leaving his.

  I can’t help but feel a little giddy inside for my bestie. I love seeing her smile again.

  “You’re too sweet, Kayden. You need to stop spoiling us, or I may never want to leave this place,” I tease, giving him a wink.

  He lets out a deep chuckle as he pops open the cooler and gives us a questionable glance, silently asking what we’re in the mood to drink.

  Holding her hand out, Savannah tells him, “I’ll have a Hard Lemonade, please.” Before placing a drink in her hand, he grabs it and presses a kiss to the back of it.

  He’s so romantic!

  “Sure thing, darlin’,” he drawls as he hands Savannah her drink.

  Stretching my hand out towards Kayden, I wiggle my fingers at him playfully. “I’ll have the same, please.”

  “Thank you,” Savannah and I say in unison as we pop the tops off our drinks and toss them into the fire. I relish in the sound of the country music blasting from the deck, mixing with the roar of the fire and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore a few feet away.

  It’s a perfect night to spend the evening outside.

  Taking a sip of my drink, I savor the taste of pink lemonade with the perfect kick I need. I’m so glad they didn’t just grab whatever kind of beer they like; it always tastes like skunk piss to me.

  “No problem,” Kayden says, giving us one more panty-melting smile before pressing a steamy kiss to Savannah’s lips.

  Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh. “You two are adorable and all, but I’m starving, so can you hurry it up and go help Jax grill?”

  I burst out into a fit of laughter at the look of shock and amusement on Kayden’s face.

  Savannah’s laughing along with me as she runs her fingers down Kayden’s cheek. “She’s right, baby. I would love nothing more than to sit here kissin’ you all night, but we need to be fed. And poor Jax is up there handling the grilling area all by his lonesome.”

  “Geesh. I now know not to come between y’all and your dinner. You ladies sure do know how to crack that whip,” he says, holding his hands up in the air and backing away from us slowly before sprinting towards the stairs leading up to the deck.

  Jax appears above us, gripping the railing and gazing down at us with an adorable grin on his face. “I’ve never seen that man move so fast.”

  These two are hilarious. I think we’re going to spend our entire evening laughing our asses off with them for company.

  A
fter an hour of munching on chips to tide us over, we all sat outside at our outdoor patio set and ate dinner. It was delicious. One thing about Texans, they know how to Bar-B-Que. It was the best home cooked meal I’ve had in a long time. Savannah normally cooks for us, but you won’t find her slaving over a grill too often. As for me…well, if I were to cook, we’d be visited by the fire department every night.

  Which wouldn’t be such a bad idea if the firefighters looked like the hotties I always see online, half-naked, in nothing but firefighter pants, suspenders, boots, and hats. But usually they’re old, ugly, or overweight; not very sexy. So, I stick to mixing our drinks and leave the cooking to anyone but me.

  Savannah picked up cupcakes from her favorite bakery in Houston, Crave Cupcakes. Kayden has been trying to get his fingers on them since we picked him up this evening. Watching Savannah and Kayden banter back and forth all night over some damn cupcakes has been pretty entertaining. I am loving them together even more as the night goes on. He is sweet, funny, and treats Savannah like a queen, which is how it should be. After seeing her with Logan for four years and watching him put on the perfect boyfriend act, I can tell immediately it’s the real deal with Kayden. There’s no acting here.

  After we finished dessert, we cleaned up the deck, then headed down to sit by the fire. The sun is completely set now, and the only light comes from our deck above, the sliver of moonlight and the bonfire. The sky is blanketed in a million stars. We never see stars like this in L.A., so seeing the night sky tonight is awe-inspiring.

  Pulling my phone out of the front pocket of my hoodie, I plop down on Jax’s lap, giving him a playful smile. “Take a picture with me!” I tell him as I hold the camera out in front of us, angling it just right to capture the stars above us. I have my arm draped across his shoulder and feel my body shiver with excitement and desire as he rests his left hand on my hip.

  “Okay,” Jax says as he hugs me against him and snatches my phone from my hand. “But I’ll take the picture since my arms are longer.” God…there’s that accent again.

  “All right. But make sure you get the stars behind us. We don’t get to see nights like this in Hollywood.”

  We take one picture of us both smiling, followed by a totally goofy picture with me going cross-eyed and Jax sticking his tongue out.

  And let me just say, that tongue of his is pretty freaking nice…I now have impure thoughts going through my mind of the things I’d love for that tongue to do to me.

  “I so have to tweet this,” I tell everyone as I scroll through the pics while keeping my butt firmly planted on Jax’s lap. He still has his hand resting on my hip. I spot Savannah giving me a look as she playfully raises her eyebrows at us.

  As I’m uploading the photo, Jax peers over my shoulder. “So what are yuh gonna say in your tweet? I never did get into the whole tweetin’ thing myself.”

  I seriously cannot handle listening to him talk in his low, husky voice, mixed with that Aussie drawl in my ear as his warm breath caresses my cool skin. It’s making my body go haywire…I’m two seconds away from dragging this man into the house and locking him in my room!

  Turning slightly on his lap, I gaze at him and lock onto his dark brown eyes, which are glowing in the light of the fire. Holding the phone up, I show him what I just typed.

  A low chuckle resonates in his chest, causing my body to rise and fall against him as he reads my tweet out loud, “Two reasons I love Texas. Number one: The night sky and number two: The fine ass men.”

  “Hey!” I shout, slapping his chest playfully. “I don’t know why you find this so amusing. The only thing I said was that I love the stars and that you’re hot! I imagine it isn’t the first time you’ve been told that.”

  As Jax gives my hip a slight squeeze, it causes my breath to hitch as my mind and body get sidetracked momentarily by his touch. He then leans back in the chair and stares up at me. “I find it amusin’ that yuh mentioned the stars before my fine ass.”

  Jumping off his lap, I rest my hands on my hips and try to glare down at him, appearing angry–but failing miserably.

  “Oh my God. Seriously!? I’ll have to remember that from now on when complimenting you, to make sure I do that first before anything else. Happy?” My voice cracks as a tiny laugh escapes me.

  Lacing his fingers together, he rests them behind his head as he looks up at me with a sly smirk. “Very. Now sit your fine ass down so we can get back to drinking, and you can tell us about how hideous those pretty boys are back in Hollywood.”

  Dropping my arms to my sides, I roll my eyes and sit back down on Jax’s lap. Kayden hands us both new bottles of our drink of choice: me another Hard Lemonade and Jax another Corona. From what Savannah’s told me, that’s all he and Kayden drink…well, besides whiskey.

  We spend the next few hours just talking and getting to know each other better. Kayden and Jax are a lot of fun. They share with us some of the craziest stories of their travels around the world together. It’s nice to see that even though Jax works for Kayden, they have a true friendship. It was nice for us all to hang out together. We had a blast taking a million pictures of us hanging out around the fire and posting them all over our Facebook and Twitter accounts.

  The paparazzi can have a field day with that shit, so we give them something that’s actually worth reading and writing about. Savannah has moved the hell on from Logan and on to a man who, from what I’ve seen, is worthy of her heart. Logan doesn’t deserve a second of fame for breaking my best friend’s heart. We can only hope Karma is a bitch and gets him good.

  After Kayden and Jax put out the fire, we all gathered our things so we could retreat inside. Savannah offered to let Jax crash in our spare guest room, but he insisted on going back to Kayden’s beach house down the street. He’d only drunk three beers throughout the evening and said he was safe to drive.

  I’ll admit I wanted him to stay, but I could settle for the amazing evening we’d had. After Savannah had given him a quick hug goodnight, I pulled him in for a hug and leaned up on my tiptoes so I could press a kiss to his cheek.

  I then whispered in his ear, “Goodnight, Jax.”

  Hugging me back, he kissed my cheek and whispered back, “‘Night, Brooklyn. Sweet dreams.”

  Forget sweet dreams; I’m going to be having very naughty dreams about this sweet and charming man tonight.

  Chapter Three

  I so wish I didn’t drink so much last night, because I’m paying for it this morning. Rolling out of bed, I walk across the cool hardwood floor into my ensuite and open the medicine cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of aspirin, I pop two into my mouth and quickly wash them down with a glass of water.

  Rubbing my temples, I close my eyes as I will this headache to go away; it feels like a marching band is doing a halftime show inside my head. Heading back into my room, I grab my hoodie off the oversized chair by the balcony and slip it over my head.

  Since the sun’s only been up two hours, the house has a chill to it. It doesn’t help that I slept with the windows partially opened all night, causing my bedroom to be cooler than normal.

  My senses are immediately on overload as I’m consumed with the smell of Jax’s cologne mixed with the smell of campfire; it must have soaked into my hoodie while I was sitting with him last night.

  Grabbing the neck of my hoodie, I inhale deeply, breathing in his scent. I had the craziest dreams about him last night, and I’m on a mission to make those dreams a reality. I ain’t looking to settle down anytime soon, but Jax looks like the perfect guy to have for a bed buddy while I'm in Galveston.

  As soon as I swing my door open and step into the hallway, I immediately recognize Savannah’s voice coming through the wall across from my room. She’s screaming; not a painful scream, but a ‘using your voice in the extreme vocalization of pleasure’ kind of scream. It is followed by a few very loud, deep, husky curse words coming from Kayden.

  I normally would roll my eyes and trudge down the stairs for my mu
ch-needed caffeine fix…but this sounds too good to ignore.

  I hear Kayden shout, “MOTHER…FUCKKKK!”, followed by some more loud moans of pleasure from Savannah.

  Wow. Savannah wasn’t lying when she said Kayden can fuck her into unconsciousness. That last scream was so hot, I think I just almost had an orgasm!

  They are definitely starting the morning off right–unlike me!

  Sex like this deserves some recognition. So, standing near the wall, I put my fingers in my mouth and start whistling. I can’t contain my laughter as I whistle and shout, “Oh yeah!”, then whistle some more.

  All of a sudden, Savannah starts yelling louder, “OOOOH YEAHHH, harder! Fuck. Me. Harder, Kayden!”

  “Oh my God!” I say between fits of laughter as I grip my stomach, which is now cramping from laughing so hard.

  Kayden joins in, yelling through the wall, “Ooh Savannah, you feel fucking amazing! Tight. Delicious. Pussy. Fuck…God…Fuckkk!”

  Damn. Normally I’m not one to listen to sex–but wow. This is sizzling…I know for a fact they are now putting on a show for me.

  They are so freaking crazy and hot all at the same time.

  I love it!

  The wild, crazy Savannah from college is back, baby!

  A show like that needs applause, followed by a cold shower…no, forget the cold shower; I need a visit with my vibrator after that performance!

  Holding my hands up, I clap loud enough for them to hear while yelling to Savannah and Kayden through the wall, “Hot damn, you guys! I just had an orgasm listening to you two fucking like damn animals in there!”

  “Happy we could be your entertainment this morning, Brooklyn,” Savannah says, with laughter in her voice.

  I slap the wall three times and yell back through it, “You fuckin’ know it, bitch! I need to go use my vibrator. That was beyond fucking hot. Damn, Kayden–I thought you were going to kill her with that last orgasm!”

  I seriously need to find myself a multi-orgasm giving cowboy because fuck me, I so need a morning like this to kick-start my day!